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I feel as if floating; I am the haze,

the fog, the mist, brumous air, the aura;
I expand, penetrate the worldly maze,
particles streaking through fauna, flora:
I am suffused with spirits of fresh times
when intuition and feeling were guides;
there was time for work and a need for rhymes
to decipher the moonlight's moaning tides:
Presence was absence, absence was presence,
internal external; now walls abound
which protect the pocket as "common sense"
though there's nothing in common above ground:
Underneath it, of course, life shares one mind;
my numinous cloud climbs forth to remind.
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